Page 205 of Filthy Beautiful
He stared at me, and my words just kind of crackled between us, like sparks drifting in the air.
“I don’t want to hurt you, though,” he said, slowly.
I dropped my arms, so there was nothing between us. “Then just stop doing it.”
He reached for me, burying his hands in my hair. Then he lowered his mouth to mine and kissed me. It was slow, hot… deep. My whole body softened as the heat swept through me and I clung to him.
Then my hands were up his shirt and he was tugging down my dress, pulling at my bra and baring my breasts. I pushed up his shirt and he tore it off.
“I can’t stay away from you,” he panted. We were both already breathless.
“I don’t want to stay away from you,” I whispered.
We smashed together, making out as I undid his pants and took out his cock. I ran my hands up and down his shaft, squeezing his hard length as he buried his face in my boobs, kissing me. His hands went up my dress, and somehow he eradicated my panties. I wasn’t sure if he’d ripped them or if they floated down my legs when I wasn’t paying attention, but they were gone.
He lifted me to him, hiking my legs up around his hips.
Then we were tumbling on the bed. He was on me, his pants down around his hips. He ground his hard cock against me as I groped him. I ran my hands all over his body with impatience… but he was distracted, digging awkwardly in his pockets. When he produced a condom, I couldn’t help scowling.
“Was that for the bar?”
He gave me a look. “Am I at the bar right now?” He tore it open and rolled it on.
Okay. Good point.
Then he was kissing me again, and I was melting all over. He pushed my knees up and drove into me.
“Oh, God!” I cried out, clutching at his ass and trying to pull him deeper. Why did it feel kind of sore, awkward, when he wasn’t deep… and so much better when he was deeper? It was like he was made to fill me up.
“Better…?” he hissed, as he sank into me.
“Yeah. Just…there.” I couldn’t speak. I just grabbed at him and tried to make him become part of me as he fucked me, hard. Definitely harder than he’d ever fucked me before.
My skin tingled. Warmth swept through my chest. My toes buzzed with pleasure.
It was like every cell in my body came alive at once.
Ilovedit.
I loved having sex with him.
He gripped my hands and pressed them down on either side of my head. He lay on me and we moved together, panting, kissing, moaning, as the bed shook with the force of his thrusts. I couldn’t think. His body against mine waseverything…
And right in the middle of all this passion and heat, I heard the tinkle of a little bell.
Freddy.
There was a little bang on the floor as he leapt down from wherever he’d been in the other room. I didn’t know he was there, in the dark. But for some reason, that faint sound punched through my lust haze—and a shiver ran down my spine.
A reallybadshiver.
Tinkle, tinkle, tinkle… click-whoosh.He ran out the kitty door.
And the hairs at the back of my neck stood on end.
My brother’s cat only moved that fast when there was food to be had. Or something to hunt. Or when he was startled. Or—
I looked at the window. The bedroom lights were still blazing down on us… and there we were, in the glass. Reflected back at me in all our sweaty, entangled glory. Me. Xander. Half-naked.
